"Go!"
Marcus urged Blackie forward as they raced toward the cave wall. The crystals embedded there caught his attention immediately. Their glow was too steady, and too pure to be ordinary decoration. If they had any crafting or enhancement value, he intended to take as many as he could carry.
He dismounted and stepped closer, raising the Bat Dragon Cloud Sword. The mythic blade struck the crystal surface with a sharp clang.
Nothing happened, the crystal did not even crack.
Marcus tried again, putting more strength behind the swing. The result was the same. The crystals remained firmly rooted inside the stone wall, unmoved as if they were part of the mountain itself.
'Too bad they can't be removed.'
In reality, If he possessed something like the legendary Fishgut Sword, a weapon famous for slicing through metal like wet clay, harvesting these crystals would have been effortless.
"What a waste," Marcus muttered under his breath.
